His exposed member was buried between the shifting globes of fat, their weight bearing down on him as she pressed them together with her upper arms. T...e skin here was still rougher than that of a human, but smoother than he had expected, its texture oddly pleasant as it brushed against his shaft. It reminded him of leather, but far more supple, the flesh beyond as soft as melting butter.“Tiny man might want to hold on tight,” Alba said, grinning at him as she turned her gaze down towards her. The door opened. John came in and kissed both of the ladies, and helped both of them to remove their clothes. Cathy watched as he stuck his finger into the aid, and brought her quickly to an orgasm, then inserted a finger into her butt, and made her cum that way, too. The sight was making Cathy so wet it was hard to believe. She went over and yanked John's pants and underwear to the floor. She sank to her knees and began fitting his dick into her mouth. It wasn't so difficult this time. She. Impish, it kind of reminded me of Jack Nicholson. But there the resemblance stopped. She was petite, about 5’3, damned if she was over 105 pounds. Dark hair cut to frame her face. Small, swimmer’s body. She had a six-pack (she showed me). Deep brown eyes. It was hard to see her as a girl because of the gender-neutral hats, t-shirts and khaki pants we had to wear at the restaurant I managed. It was also hard to see her as a girl because she was my eighteen-year old employee, and although I was. He'd told me what he wanted the other week, when he wasn't aroused. That's how I knew he meant it. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily control him. Restrain him. Of course, he didn't come right out and ask for my help. He hardly ever does. But I always know what he wants.Chris was sitting on top of one of.